Let no such man be trusted.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.

Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.

There is nothing serious in Mortality